"You're awake, how do you feel?" The old doctor asked kindly while stroking his beard.
Zhao Zhengan looked at him with a pale face, and said in a weak voice: "My head hurts, it's about to tear." It was like a small hammer was constantly beating his head, and he didn't want to move or speak. .
The old doctor frowned and looked at him, it was indeed different from before: "Have you really remembered the past?"
"Well, I think I am the same as before except that I am physically weak." Zhao Zhengan said with a deadpan face, not because he wanted to pretend to be cool, but because he was too lazy to make an expression, because it was also a laborious task.
"Stretch out your hand, I'll feel the pulse."
half an hour...
"Your body is recovering well now, but it's really hurt inside. You should pay attention to rest and don't do heavy work. You need to take good care of it now... As for your head... I can only say that it may be the sequelae left by you, because You rarely recover from this kind of symptoms, so you have left sequelae, but it’s hard to confirm now, I’ll prescribe you some medicine to temporarily relieve your pain, if you haven’t completely removed the root, then I can’t do anything "The old doctor said, he is just a little doctor in the mountains, without the superb medical skills of bringing the dead back to life, too many of him can't help him.
Zhao Zheng'an didn't say a word. If you want to ask him his opinion on this sequela, he has no opinion. He also thinks that he can recover well. Doctors have said that it is rare to recover, so it is normal to have a sequela. After so many years, he He has always firmly believed in the truth that there is no free lunch in the world. He is very content and satisfied with his current life.
"What about him?" Zhao Zhengan asked.
"Who? Oh, you mean your husband? Huh? He was still there just now, maybe he went out. Should I call?" the old doctor said.
Zhao Zhengan drooped his long eyelashes, and suppressed the emotion in his eyes: "No need." He knew that he also needed time to adapt, to think clearly, and he gave him time.
The old doctor nodded, then studied around him and sighed from time to time. After a long time, he walked out with a very miraculous look.
Zhong Ziqi had already come back from the outside, and when she saw him coming out, she stepped forward and asked, "How is it? Doctor?"
The doctor said to Zhong Ziqi while grabbing the medicine: "His body is still very weak, but he is turning in a good direction. If he can wake up, it means that the situation is good, but..."
"Just what?" Zhong Ziqi asked anxiously, why couldn't the ancients speak directly? At this time, it's still a secret, it's really anxious.
"It's just that your husband has recovered his sanity, but he may have sequelae. He told me that his head hurts. I'm not sure what the reason is. It may also be caused by trauma to the head, so it needs to be observed for a few days. If I can't recover, there's nothing I can do."
Zhong Ziqi was stunned, she didn't expect there to be such a tangled issue, sequelae? There are indeed many similar situations on modern TV, such as blindness, deafness, and neurasthenia. This cliff is a sequela, don't ask why, he just wants to talk about his intuition as a brother! !
I remember that he used to have headaches every now and then when he was fine, but now the second trauma and anything can happen, and he felt all kinds of things in his heart for a while, and it was very uncomfortable.
"What did you do just now?"
"No... nothing."
The old doctor prepared the medicine and asked the little apprentice in the store to cook it: "He asked me about you just now, go in and have a look."
"Oh..." Zhong Ziqi was a little happy when he heard the words, but also a little nervous. He stood in front of the door hesitantly and dared not go in. He didn't go in worried until there was a very light coughing sound in the room.
"How are you?" Zhong Ziqi pushed open the door and walked to the bed worriedly, completely forgetting that she was still timid just now.
At this moment, he looked at the man's frowning, pale face and felt a pain in his heart. When he left just now, he noticed that he was frowning all the time. He thought he was unhappy, but he didn't expect it to be a headache.
"It's okay." Zhao Zhengan said softly. Eyes fixed on him.
Zhong Ziqi was a little embarrassed to be stared at by him. Zhao Zhengan also looked at him like this when he was stupid. At that time, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Now he just felt embarrassed, his face and ears were on fire.
"I... I'll give you a massage on the head, will it relieve you?" Zhong Ziqi said stammeringly, her eyes wandering and she didn't dare to look at him.
"Okay." Zhao Zhengan twitched his lips, and propped himself up: "You sit on the head of the bed."
Zhong Ziqi didn't understand, so she listened to his orders and sat on the head of the bed, only to see Zhao Zhengan moved inside, and then directly pillowed on his lap, which shocked Zhong Ziqi.
Seeing the head suddenly lying on his lap, the man half-closed his eyes, with a relaxed expression, Zhong Ziqi was like a balloon, who had been pricked with a needle, and all his nervousness and fear were exposed.
Slowly raised his hands, hesitantly put his hands on the shiny black hair, and gently pressed his hands around his temples. After all, his head was injured. If he foolishly pressed it on his head, it would be worse. up.
After a while, Zhong Ziqi carefully noticed that Zhao Zhengan had a comfortable expression on his face, like a satisfied cat. Seeing that it was effective, he couldn't help kneading even harder.
There was silence in the room, neither of the two spoke, only the sound of each other's breathing intersected with each other, as if with a tacit understanding. Enjoying the rare silence with each other.
"Gulu" a strange voice sounded.
It came from Zhao Zhengan's stomach, and the original man's closed eyes also opened. Zhong Ziqi paused and looked at him with a smile on his face: "Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat." Yes."
Zhao Zhengan nodded without changing his face: "Okay."
Zhong Ziqi looked at his red ears but smiled without saying a word, calmly helped him to lie down on the pillow, then walked out of the door calmly, greeted the old doctor and the others calmly, and then broke the merit.
"puff"
so fun! ! Obviously embarrassed and pretending that nothing happened, Zhong Ziqi was overjoyed, feeling that he was very close to him like this, and the embarrassment between them seemed to have disappeared.
Zhong Ziqi smiled for a while to calm down. There are many food sellers on the street. Zhong Ziqi chose a porridge seller. Zhong Ziqi ordered a big bowl of rice porridge and a stack of small pickles before rushing back.
Zhao Zheng'an wanted to eat by himself, and didn't want to act so useless, but when he was trembling with the bowl as if he was about to spill it, Zhong Ziqi couldn't stand it any longer: "Let me feed you, you are not in good health yet , not to be tired."
Zhao Zhengan "..." He didn't do any heavy work, did he? It’s just serving a bowl... But he also enjoys his husband’s behavior of feeding food. If he is weak, he should be weak. Anyway, it’s only temporary. We can speak with facts in the future. At this time, it’s rare to have behaviors to enhance our relationship with his wife. How could he miss it.
After eating, Zhong Ziqi cleaned up the dishes, then frowned and looked at the man lying on the bed as pale as paper: "Does your head hurt?"
Zhao Zhengan smiled: "No."
"Liar." Zhong Ziqi raised her voice slightly to retort.
The man was sweating profusely. He didn't think it was caused by the bowl of porridge just now, because the bowl of porridge was only warm.
Zhao Zheng'an and Zhong Ziqi looked at each other for a while and were defeated: "It's a little pain, it's fine for a while."
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? It's so easy to fool, the doctor told me, why are you still hiding it?" Zhong Ziqi said a little unhappy, her lips were slightly pursed, a little puffed up.
Zhao Zhengan said with a weak voice but with a hint of teasing, "Aren't I afraid that you won't want me?"
Zhong Ziqi was taken aback by surprise, a little stunned, this is what Sha Zhengan loves to say most, so when he said it, he thought that silly Zhengan came back again, but he knew it was impossible, and Sha Zhengan didn’t know how to use it. This teasing tone spoke to him.
Zhong Ziqi's eyes darkened, and she said without emotion: "If... you want to get back together in the future, you can tell me, I respect your opinion, and I won't pester you."